Since you wanted to make things public, I feel as if I should do the same. It’s only fair, no?
First off, it’s not very smart to use the same username for everything on the Internet. Google, along with many other search engines have ruined things, that’s why I stopped using the username that I used to have for every other website. It’s both a security risk to you and it’s really not bright of you to do at all because you’re extremely easy to find. Get some variety in your life, you silly person.
Secondly, if someone who’s been “stalking” you for a handful of years decides to open up his or her silly heart and mind towards you, regardless of how crazy the person seems or is, it’s never a good idea to yell at them. At all. Especially when you don’t do it directly. It could lead the person to say and do foul, ugly, and disrespectful things to both parties, which is what ended up happening. You were honestly better off calling the authorities or something, but hey, I won’t judge the stupid decisions that you make in life. Me nabbing this account to post this is the extent of what I’m willing to do to you. Be happy that I’m more lazy than I am sadistic. (Also I thought that it would be kind of funny.)
Thirdly(I had to look up if that was an actual word.), “Yukkuri Shiteitte ne.” That literally translates to “Do it slowly”, but do not fear, it’s not perverse in the slightest bit! It’s widely received as “Take it easy.”. All of that bickering from the both of us was extremely unnecessary, and it did nothing but cause an uneasy tension which will probably linger for a long time. Take a chill pill before you end up dying from a stroke at a young age. I raged extremely hard after your dramatic post, I did not take it easy, so I do need to learn how to take my own advice.
Fourthly(Also surprisingly a word!), please stop with that “You manipulated me!” bullshit. It’s embarrassing to both of us, and the only thing that I did manipulate you into doing back then and a couple of days ago if you count me begging was speaking with me. (Even though you couldn’t even bother to directly do that.) I was desperate and I was terrified of the idea of being disowned because I knew that I’d turn out like this. Please though, cut that shit out because you’re making everything seem worse to everyone else than it actually was. I didn’t ask you to send me nudes, I didn’t fuck your dog(Hopefully she’s doing okay, if you still have her.), I never bothered your family except for when I said sorry to your mother a few days after the last time you sent me a text message, and I’ve never threatened your life or threatened to abuse you in any way.
Even when I sent those angry messages to you after your bantering, I said that I hope that we don’t see each other in the afterlife because I’d make it eternally terrible for you. Don’t buy it? Look at the messages I sent you, because Skype saves logs unless you delete them. I even sent an email because I wasn’t 100% sure if you were silly enough to use the same username for Skype. If you’re still saving those logs and messages I sent (Remember when you threatened me with that?), remember to save those along with them. I also found it kind of funny how you didn’t directly reply to the “Asks” that I left anonymously on your Tumblr so that people could actually see what I said to you, but hey, whatever.
I may be “that bad ex” to you, your friends & your family, but I’m not a terrible person. If you want to continue to believe that, then that’s on you. I know who I am.
Furthermore, I still don’t know what supposed “guilt trip” I was trying to put you through with the blog message I left on HollowedEyes. If you want to ham it up and basically lie to everyone else about what happened and what I said and did for the rest of your life, then go right ahead Souza. No hard feelings. (Besides my dick.)
Last, but not least, because it’s the most important one… Buck the fuck up already. People get stressed, sure, but that’s no reason to lose your composure. That guy who’s been following you around who ISN’T me (And is extremely lucky that I don’t know who he is or he’d turn up missing.), just carry around some mace or a pocket knife you goddamn coward. Stop being such a fucking doormat to everyone and everything. You actually had the ovaries to finally “stand up” to me with that bold front, and you know what? That’s good because that’s a start!
And concerning that boss/manager who’s been giving you a hard time?.. Listen, it doesn’t matter if it’s Barack Obama or Pope fucking Francis, if someone gets in your face, you fucking spit in theirs. (Not literally, unless you’re going “Fuck it” mode on them.) That’s how I got fired from being an easytech at Staples, but I walked out of there with my motherfucking pride.(Even though I had to return the following week to pickup my last paycheck lol.)
There are millions of jobs out there and nobody fucking owns you. Stop acting like an emotional victim and get it through that big ass head of yours. What, do you just plan to stay a recluse and continue on with your poorly matched weeaboo pairings for the rest of your pitiful life? Get out there and stop being such a wuss, because it’s heartbreaking to see you like that.
I apologize for telling you that I hated you. I don’t hate you, but I loathe what you did, what you said, and the fact that you didn’t have the courtesy to say it to me, but to everyone on your blog instead. A phone call, an email, or anything else would’ve been acceptable for you to rage at me, but you made a scene out of it. I’m not the only one who needs to grow up here, you short Eskimo. Thank you for being so hard on me though, because I’ve been beating myself up for a long time and that was exactly what I needed to snap out of that delusional loop I was in, even if it really really hurt me.
Regardless of how I feel, I know that I did and said some awful things because I was beyond angry at you. I have a lot of reflecting to do because it’s difficult to control my temper, but I’ll get there one day. (‾ε‾“)
You know what though? At the end of the day it doesn’t feel so bad to have something that you once had. It kind of feels like an indirect gift.~
It almost makes up for all of the birthdays you’ve missed, scumbag. Almost.♥